The first golden leaf Touches the ground. The gods of autumn Are marked with rust. The sky turns copper and Trees howl in loneliness. The mist starts its journey. Let there be August.
November New Moon
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As she sat gazing
at night skies on the eve
of the November New Moon,
a voice came to her,
and it whispered in her ear:
“Shrug off the past,
all the ...
Dream
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I have this dream, it's beautiful. He and I and our messy, wonderful,
complicated future. Babies and lazy Sunday's and romps through forests and
sunshine f...
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PERMANENTLY CLOSED!!!
Hootin' Anni's Day Trippin' will be on temporary hiatus! I am in the middle
of changing formats =combining both blogs into ONE= o...
Booklist for 'Interesting Times'
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Remember that apocryphal Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting
times"? Well we certainly seem to be living in interesting times at the
moment.
I...
a discourse on intimacy...
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Elizabeth Gilbert writes in her book , 'Committed'...
* "We yearn for private intimacy even though it's emotionally risky. We
yearn for private intimac...
When You Love a Doomed Thing
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When you love a doomed thing
you know from the start that the wind will win.
Friends say, can't you feel
the tremble, can't you see the lean?
but love ...